I tuna you this…30 July , 2014
(This is the next instalment in the tantrum chronicles)
So, last night I made chicken and veg for dinner. No big whoop. something we eat fairly often. Usually one of Nicola’s favourites. Safe bet…uhm, not so much.
Just as I’m about to dish up, the pink terrorist tells me that she actually wants tuna for dinner. I said no of course, I had already cooked something else. FULL SCALE PANDEMONIUM! Well, I said that if she finishes all her dinner that I’ve already cooked, and she’s still hungry – then I’ll think about giving her some tuna. She told me that I was ruining her life! Hahaha, now you know how to do that…it’s not all in the wrist, it’s all about the tuna.
Anyhoo, she went on a sort of short-lived hunger strike – hoping to crack my no tuna before dinner decree, which failed of course. I calmly sat and had my own dinner and told her that until she ate the food I made there would be no other food for her in this house. (My mom is chuckling about this one because my brother once stared down a steak for three days solid before she cracked). I will admit that I had a glass of wine with my dinner instead of the usual fruit juice – but it was in a plastic cup, so it doesn’t count right?
One hour later, after establishing that I was indeed serious, she sat there eating every last bite of the food while glaring at me and reminding that I am ruining her life with chicken instead of tuna (it is extremely hard to keep a straight face for a conversation like that!). Oh the drama…the MELOdrama! (I could very easily imagine a life for my daughter on stage one day). I just reminded her that in this very country there are many children who have no dinner whatsoever, and that it’s pretty much just bloody ungrateful to moan about chicken that way when other people have nothing (my dad will probably have a giggle at this one, because at more or less the same age – probably a few years older – he once told me that I had eat all my food because kids in Ethiopia had no food and I was wasting it…I told him to mail it to them because I was full).
In the end she finished her meal, reluctantly but every bite…I made her some tuna…which she ate just to prove a point to me I guess (there is no way that she could still have been hungry after the chicken). I think it went rather well actually *gives self mental back-pat*, and MUCH better than Friday. Certainly much less emotional for me, and it only took an hour this time.
Have you recently ruined your childrens lives with meal choices, or similar? Feel free to share. ;-)
Ps! I have a slight stalker update…but not enough for a solid piece of news, so I’ll wait a bit. Let’s just say, gloves are OFF.